Through My Window Book Novels & Stories

There had to be another way out. The window. I ran to it and tried to push it open, but it was jammed. I grabbed a chair and smashed it against the glass. The window shattered, and cool air rushed in. I climbed through, cutting my hands on the broken glass. I didn't care. I hit the ground outside and rolled, clutching the manuscripts to my chest. I looked back at the studio. The flames were everywhere now, consuming everything. I could hear sirens in the distance. People were shouting, running.

I might not be a match for him if Luke is beaten by him and that's if I get there in time. Austin is going to kill me. I go to the window anyway. The side of the pack house is there, where the pack trains when the weather is nice. I open the window, wincing when it squeaks. It opens wider than I thought it would, it'll be easy for me to slip through.

he raised his hand in surrender "but how can I see the title if your of your book if you're in there on your bed and far away from the window?" "I'm only human you know, and there is only a limited distance at which I can read" he says as a smirk remained on his face "Oh right" I muttered making my way to my large window and showing him the book. 'Purple Hibiscus by Buchi Emecheta' My all time favourite even though this was like my fifteenth time reading it again and yes I love it THAT much. "I love your top" he said casually while folding his arms and placing them on the window frame. I felt my gave going up in flames and I thanked mother nature I wasn't some shades lighter, cause if I was,

The man I anticipated would always appear when I least anticipated it. As I waited for him, I couldn’t help but wonder how he would make his entrance this time. Would he climb in through the window again or try a different approach? The anticipation kept me from feeling bored, and I even left the window unlatched to make sure he could get in easily. I found myself yearning for the night with the anticipation of a child eagerly awaiting a present. My excitement was uncontrollable. Attempting to distract myself, I picked up a book, but my gaze constantly drifted towards the window.

Chapter 33 BRIANNA’S POV ***** Outside, the downpour was descending heavily. I stood by the window, my breath creating a small mist on the glass as I peered outside. The rhythmic tap-tap of raindrops against the windowpane created a soothing melody that evoked nostalgic memories in me.

JASMINE A few days after Blake’s confession, I was lying in bed late at night, absorbed in a book, when I heard a tapping on my window. Ping. The sound of something hitting the glass clanged. I got out of bed to see what was happening, pulled back the curtains, and looked out my window to see that Blake was outside my house winding his arm back. Ping. A pebble hit my window. I opened it, the warm summer air entering my room, and poked my head out to see him smiling at me and waving his hand, signaling for me to come out.

Chapter: 56 ****** ALTAIR: As I slipped through the window into the familiar confines of my bedroom, the weight of the night pressed down on me like a shroud. The chill of the evening air followed me inside, but it did little to alleviate the heaviness in my heart. I closed the window behind me, the gentle click of the latch echoing with a finality I was unprepared to face. Tears spilled from my eyes the moment I fell onto my bed, the soft sheets offering no comfort against the turmoil within.

The plumbing in this realm is seriously lacking. I head back to my room, planning to continue reading the demon book, when something suddenly hits the window. I pause. What the hell was that? I stare at the glass. Nothing looks different. Did I imagine it? It’s not like hard objects can just fall from the tree above unless there are fiery acorns I somehow don’t know about. I’m pretty sure I would’ve heard of flying acorns by now. Then something invisible strikes the glass again. And again. And again.

I read the same paragraph four times before I gave up pretending. I went to the window. His car was still there. I went back to my book. The rain got heavier as the evening went on, building into a proper storm. Thunder rolled somewhere in the distance and the windows rattled with the wind. I made more tea. I turned the lamp up. I finished two chapters without retaining a single word of either of them. Every time I checked the window his car was still there. By the time the rain finally started to ease I was done waiting for this to make sense on its own.

When I got to my room‚ I closed the door and leaned against it‚ letting out a breath that felt like it had been sitting in my chest for an hour. Then I walked to the window. The street below was dark and quiet. Porch lights glowing from the houses across the road. A cat crossing the sidewalk. Nothing else. And then a car drove past. Slow. A black car with tinted windows that I would recognize anywhere because I had been inside it too many times to count. It rolled past my house at a slow speed that was too deliberate to be coincidental and even though I couldn't see through the tinted glass‚ I knew he was looking up at my window.